The room fell quiet, save for the sharp edge of his breath and the soft rise and fall of hers.
Nellie stayed still beneath him, her ass glistening with his release, thighs faintly shaking.
Lor smoothed his hands over her hips, down to the curves he'd just used, spreading her cheeks once more to admire the mess he'd made, then leaned down and kissed the back of her neck.
"You have no idea how fucking good that was," he murmured, lips brushing warm skin, voice thick and low, still dazed.
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The air in Nellie's room was thick with heat, the faint lavender scent now laced with the raw musk of their shared intensity.
Lor knelt beside her, tissues in hand, his fingers gentle as they swiped along the warm curve of her back, tracing the dip of her spine to clean the sticky traces he'd left.
Nellie lay still, her cheek pressed against her folded arms, her ash-brown braids spilling across the pale blue rug like dark rivers.
